Page 101 of Shattered Mind

My phone buzzing on my bedside table startles me awake and I let out a frustrated groan.

I’ve only been home two days, and the jetlag is kicking my ass, so I’m fully prepared to chew out the person brave enough to wake me at such an ungodly hour.

Grabbing the phone, I squint against the harsh light as Savannahs name flashes across my screen. I shoot up in my bed and swipe the answer button.

“What’s wrong?”

Her breaths are heavy through the phone as she announces, “my waters broke.”

I throw the blanket off me and all-but jump out of the bed. “I’ll meet you at the hospital.”

I hang up the phone and discard of it somewhere on my bed as I rush around my bedroom in search of some clothes.

Once I’m dressed, I jog down the hallway and knock lightly on Bella’s bedroom door, not waiting for a response before pushing inside. “Bells,” I whisper into the darkness.

“Mmm?” she mumbles in response.

“Can I borrow your car?”

“What?” she grunts, her voice filled with a mix of sleep and confusion.

“Savannahs waters broke. Can I borrow your car?”

“Oh my God.” I hear her shift beneath the sheets before she appears in the doorway in front of me with her keys in hand. “Here you go. Keep me updated.”

I take them gratefully. “Thank you. I will.”

I pull on some shoes and rush out the front door, climbing into Bella’s car and tearing out of the driveway.

I make it to the hospital in fifteen minutes, arriving mere minutes after Hunter and Savannah. The three of us are quickly shown to a labour and delivery suite where Savannah is given instructions to make herself comfortable.

She doesn’t.

Instead, she paces the room as she grunts and groans in pain. Hunter follows her every move, his face lined with panic. All this does is piss her off and more than once, she stops her pacing to tell him off.

The whole thing is amusing to watch. Seeing my sweet, caring best friend a little unhinged is a rare sight and if Hunter knew what was good for him, he’d take a seat next to me and enjoy the entertainment.

All jokes aside, I feel for the girl. Her hair is damp with sweat and every few minutes she’s doubled over as another contraction takes over.

After about an hour, an older lady enters the room, introducing herself as Suzanne and explains that she’s going to examine Savannah.

I watch Hunter’s face turn an interesting shade of green as he watches the woman’s hand disappear between his fiancée’s legs.

Poor guy has no idea what’s still to come.

Suzanne announces that Savannah is nine centimetres dilated before leaving in search of some pain relief. The moment the door closes behind the woman, Savannahs head swings to me as tears roll down her face unchecked. “I can’t do this,” she cries.

I stand, walking to her bedside and gipping her hand. I give it a reassuring squeeze. “Yes, you can. You done it once, you’ll do it again, Sav,” I say, all amusement gone now as I comb her damp hair away from her forehead.

Suzanne returns quickly, giving Savannah some gas and air to help with the pain and I swap places with Hunter as the doctors announce it’s time.

I watch from the sidelines as my best friend and the love of her life welcome their beautiful baby boy into the world.

Hunter’s eyes shine with love and so much pride as his son is placed on Savannah’s chest and I take a step back, discreetly wiping the tears from my face as the two of them stare down at the tiny little human in awe.

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Savannah got out of the hospital a few days after she gave birth to baby Crue and I managed to hold myself back for a few days before going over there and showering my new nephew with love.

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